At this time, Ye Xingchen came to Lin Miaomiao and patted her back: "Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? You're not here again, are you?"

Lin Miaomiao raised her head with a dark look on her face: "Come, sister, come, your relatives come here every day."

Ye Xingchen then teased her: "What's wrong? You're so angry. If I choose liberal arts, we'll be in the same class. You're still not happy. How about I leave?"

Lin Miaomiao pretended not to care: "Tsk, who cares? You go wherever you like, what does it have to do with me?"

Jiang Tianhao said from the side: "Brother Lin Miaomiaochen is not satisfied with accompanying you to the liberal arts class. I feel so lonely when the three of you are gone."

Lin Miaomiao also said: "Don't you still have Qian Sanyi? It would be great if you and him are still classmates and depend on each other."

"No, I don't want to live with him. If I weren't good at science and liberal arts, I would have followed you." Jiang Tianhao sighed,

However, Jiang Tianhao was really bad at liberal arts. Deng Xiaoqi even said that he couldn't even write a love letter at his level. He wrote it to her on the spot, and ended up writing in a haphazard manner for a long time, holding back one sentence: "I like you very much, like sin."

Square plus cos square is always the same." Jiang Tianhao, who was usually carefree, suddenly blushed.

"Brother, you deserve to be single! Who can understand what this liberal arts woman wrote!" Lin Miaomiao mocked him.

Jiang Tianhao: "If you say my writing is not good, then you can write one?"

Deng Xiaoqi pursed her lips and smiled at Qian Sanyi, then picked up her pen and wrote: "I like you, like a cloud chasing the wind, no matter where you start."

Jiang Tianhao held Deng Xiaoqi's note in his hand: "Xiaoqi, you can write what I want to say but can't say in one go. Can you give me this poem?"

Deng Xiaoqi snatched it back from his hand: "I didn't write it for you."

Lin Miaomiao was afraid that Jiang Tianhao would be sad, so she quickly said: "A love letter must be literary and artistic, it must chant the wind and the moon, and it must combine reality and reality. Only in this way can it move people with emotion." She took the paper and continued to write: "I like you, like the wind is gone

Eight thousand miles away, regardless of the date of return..." He raised his head and glanced at Lao Ye, "How is it? It's refreshing, brave and touching, isn't it?"

Ye Xingchen had heard this poem in his own world, and the poem was more complete.

"It's okay, but this kind of earthy love words are a bit outdated as a love letter." Ye Xingchen said to Lin Miaomiao.

"Tch, this is just a piece of cake. If you can, write it." Lin Miaomiao looked disdainful.

Ye Xingchen started his performance: "This is very simple. Listen.

I like you

Like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions

Not far away

I like you

Breathing softly like a whale sinking to the bottom of the sea

Extremely crazy and extremely angry

I like you

Like a shrew scolding the street

unreasonable

I like you

Like the old city gate where old friends have been waiting for many years

Lonely and Beautiful Essays

I like you

Willows move, cicadas chirp, sunset tide

Can't help myself

I like you

Like a whale starved of oxygen at a depth of 6,400 meters

never tire of it

I like you

Like clouds drifting ninety thousand miles

Never rested

I like you

Like subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty

No time in sight

I like you

Like how much smoke curls up from a kitchen stove

Tangli is fried in snow and rain falls

I like you

Like the yellowed bridge in an old story

Half deaf and half dumb, lost his voice

I like you

Like autumn leaves and withered vines decaying in my hometown

Will meet again indefinitely

I like you

Like the sun rising and setting

No matter day or night

I like you

Like the afterglow before sunset

Can't bear to leave

I like you

Like a noisy secret

Thousands of words

I like you

Like stars running through the dark night for billions of years

No complaints

I like you

Like snow raging over the earth

Boundless

I like you

Like snow spreading endlessly across the earth

What's cool is me, what's beautiful is you

I like you

Like inverse function and coordinate axis

elusive

This is a prose poem

I like you

Like the sun filling the sky and the earth

Gentle and cozy

I like you

Like spring grass burning green ridge

no doubt

I like you

Like the cycle of the sun and the moon

"Ignore the day and night" Ye Xingchen slightly modified a prose poem originally written in his previous life.

Deng Xiaoqi exclaimed when she saw Ye Xingchen writing love letters so well: "Wow, it's so beautiful. Brother Chen, you are so awesome. Miaomiao, did you hear that?"

After hearing this, Lin Miaomiao looked at Ye Xingchen with admiration, and felt a little happy because Ye Xingchen looked at herself when he was composing the poem.

Jiang Tianhao was admiring Ye Xingchen's talent from the side. He did not expect that Ye Xingchen was also very good at writing love letters.

Ye Xingchen suddenly said at this time: "Actually, compared to such earthy love words, I still like the three-line love letter contest held by Hanwu University, which means writing a love letter with only three lines."
To be continued...